The iron arrow was in Xiahou's hands...... Continue towards his chest...... and they will pierce it into its body.

Xia Hou's eyes suddenly brightened, like stars.

Only a roar was heard, and the sparks brought by the friction of the iron arrow against his palm were instantly extinguished, and the wind on the embankment of the lake was fierce, and the cold willows were shattered, blending into the snow and dancing wildly.

With the terrifying impact, Xia Hou's body swept backwards.

His feet stepped on the embankment like iron pillars, and he actually ploughed out two extremely deep furrows, and if it were not for the fact that the water of Yanming Lake had already frozen, the lake would have poured in. The cluster of arrows of the iron arrow pierced the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi layer on his body, pierced his clothes, and pierced his skin, leaving a wound that was not deep, and a drop of blood slowly oozed out.

Xia Hou raised his head and looked at the south shore of Yanming Lake, his dark face was as pale as iron, and then he began to cough, and blood overflowed from the corners of his lips.

Above the frozen lake on a snowy night, there was an empty passage in which there was no snow, and it was only at this point that the snow fell back in, and then was twisted into pieces by the afterglow of the arrow path.

This is the path of the arrow.

The cloud of the arrow path is on the cliff on the south bank of Yanming Lake.

Xiahou finally determined Ning Que's position.

He looked over there expressionlessly, and a strong aura was released from his body, and the snow and dust danced wildly, forming a circle between the swaying cold willows.

Immediately after, the ground on which his feet were standing suddenly sank, forming a perfect circle of feet, and with the terrifying force of the shock, his body disappeared into the embankment, leaving only the residual wind.

A few flakes of snow fell.

Xiahou left the embankment and began to run towards the south shore of the lake.

His feet stomped heavily on the surface of the lake.

Yanming Lake is extremely frozen...... Even with the impact of his body and high speed, it still didn't shatter, but every time he stepped on it, a few inconspicuous cracks appeared.

Below the hard lake ice was water, and when I felt the weight of the ice like a mountain, it began to shake and make a dull and eerie sound.

It's like a drumstick beating a war drum with a dull thumping sound

This winter lake is his war drum.

He didn't beat the drums of war very often...... But every drop is so powerful.

The pace of Xiahou's running was not fast, but every step seemed to be crossing a mountain.

But in an instant, the figure had already appeared on the frozen Yanming Lake.

If anyone could ignore the darkness of the night...... You may be able to see the afterimage on the snowy lake.

A martial arts peak powerhouse, with absolute strength, when he transforms power into speed, it is difficult to describe the terrifying Cheng dù in words or contrast.

The night wind on the snow lake is definitely not as fast as this, and the falling snow is not as fast as this, even if Ning Que shoots a faster talisman arrow, there is no way to hit such a fast target.

On the battlefield, this is quite simple.

Xiahou and Ning Que have both experienced a hundred battles, and they know this truth very well.

Ever since he knew that Ning Que was hostile to him, Xia Hou had been waiting cautiously for the legendary cloud, the Thirteen Arrows, and he thought about it for a long time before finally coming to a conclusion...... As long as he runs, then Yuan Thirteen Arrows will not pose any threat to himself.

Hard military boots, stepping on the ice of the lake, came to the snow lake.

There was a withered lotus frozen in the water, long dead, covered with snow, and it looked so miserable.

Just when Xia Hou stepped on a withered lotus, several withered lotuses next to him trembled, as if they had regained some kind of vitality, and then there was a loud bang.

The ice surface of the Winter Lake bursts...... The dry lotus is exhausted, the fire is blazing, and the air waves are rolling wildly.

Xiahou's mountain-like body was shocked and flew high.

In the midst of the firelight and gas waves, there were countless terrible screams and sneering.

Those withered lotuses that had not been subdued by the blast were as if they had been cut by sharp knives, and they broke one after another, turning into countless extremely fragmented fragments.

Xiahou fell heavily on the snow lake, splashing a cloud of snowflakes.

His knees were slightly bent, his boots were torn, but his body was able to keep his balance and not fall.

Along with him, there were countless pieces of extremely sharp and hard iron.

The high-speed sputtering pieces of iron screeched, slicing through the dead lotus, and then rained down on the ice. Sharp pieces of iron were attached to his body.

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi on the surface of his body, at the most dangerous moment, blocked most of the power of the explosion and the cutting of sharp iron pieces, but there were still more than a dozen pieces of sharp iron that penetrated into his body.

Many wounds appeared on Xiahou's hard skin, and blood began to flow.

That's when it happened.

The second iron arrow arrived.

Abrupt and without warning.

Xia Hou looked at it, the snow floating on the winter lake dodged timidly, and the true qi poured into his right arm, and he waved expressionlessly.

This seemingly simple stroke made the night wind blow on the snow lake and the ice and gravel rolled wildly. There was a sharp sound of rubbing.

A clear bloody streak appeared on his right arm. The iron arrow was shocked, grazing his body and sinking into the snowy lake.

With a bang, a dark and secluded hole appeared on the extremely hard lake ice.

Xiahou Huoran raised his head, stared at the direction of the south bank with a gloomy gaze, and then started running again.

He confirmed that he still underestimated Ning Que's hand

But he can't retreat anymore, and he must close the distance between him and Ning Que.

Therefore, no matter how many means were hidden in this lake of winter, and how many previous explosions were hidden in the lotus field in the snow, he had to rush through.

He continued to run and drag into the lotus field

And so the second explosion happened again.

Yuan Thirteen Arrows can ignore the distance, but they can't ignore the target's moving speed friend, Ning Que also understands this truth, not to mention that Xiahou's Demon Sect Technique is extremely strong, and the strength of his body is not at all comparable to that of Prince Longqing, so he never expected that Yuan Thirteen Arrows alone would kill Xiahou. Fortunately, there is a lotus field in Yanming Lake.

In late spring, Ning Que bought all the houses in Yanming Lake Ether and turned Yanming Lake into a lake in his back garden, and he made a lot of lotus flowers in the lake.

In the middle of summer, he and Sangsang boated on the lake, walked through the densely planted lotus fields, enjoyed the lake, the wind and the stars, picked lotus flowers and recorded lotus seeds, and then threw a lot of small iron kettles in the lotus fields.

In the dead of winter, Yanming Lake is frozen, the ice surface is thick, the lotus field is stunned early, the lotus is like a ghost, and the small iron kettle that sank in the mud deep in the lotus field began to wake up.

With the awakening of the small iron kettle, one explosion after another sounded above the snow lake.

The blazing flames and terrifying air waves, the snow on the shaking lake rose one after another, and countless pieces of extremely sharp and hard small iron pieces roared through the wind and snow.

On the hard ice of the lake, many black holes have appeared.

Between the whistling wind and snow and the iron sheets, Xiahou was already drenched in blood.

What's even more terrifying is that whenever his body stagnates a little because of the explosion, Sang Sang, who is holding a big black umbrella on the cliff on the south bank, will report his position, and then Ning Que will shoot arrows.

In the next moment, the terrifying and cold iron arrow would come in front of Xiahou.

The small iron kettle is a flower, how many lotuses Ning Que and Sang Sang have in this winter lake, how many pots have been thrown, and how many flowers will bloom on the lake tonight.

Iron arrows are thorns, and Ning Que has thirteen teeth and thirteen arrows in his arrow box, so he will definitely take advantage of the season when the sparks in the snow lake are in full bloom, and shoot them all.